Someone, we're - [Her voice is cut off by something that sounds almost electrical, the sound of pure energy, pure power, charging. She can almost be heard gritting her teeth and casting a barrier, but the roar of laughter that echoes all but drowns it all out.]
Naoto, you have to go back - go and -
[Once more, she's cute off, this time by a bolt
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Of course, he's not responsible for the barrier; Ketara is, who has an intense look of concentration on her face. Even as the first barrier goes up, she's starting to work on another, while Rion reaches to his side and drops a Pokeball.
The creature that comes out now is short; about two feet tall, and looks a bit like a somewhat feminine humanoid, other than it being yellow and black, made of steel, and with two giant fuckoff horns forming jaws coming out of its head. It's a Mawile. However, though, he doesn't appear to have had enough time to give it commands; he's getting the guitar unslung, off his back and into his hands. No commands without the guitar... hopefully Ketara can buy him enough time, or the barrier(s) can stay up long enough for Ketara to ( ... )
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Rion, you -
[But she simply has not the energy, has had it sapped from her by that crackling magic forming around one of Ganondorf's fists as he advances towards the boy and his charming little pets. Zelda slumps again, trying to reach for Naoto's form, trying to sum up some of her own magic, but it seems there's no more to come...]
Rion!
[Her voice is too quiet and too light, and the man only chuckles. A blast of energy is shot in the direction of Rion and his pokemon, the action languid, even lazy, as if it's not worth his time.]
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Zelda struggles to pull herself up, for she knows that look all too well, but she merely crumples again, a groan of pain escaping her throat as she falls back. The magic she manages is brief and largely ineffectual, but it does manage to draw him off path, reminding him of his original quarry.]
There is no barrier which can hold me back. Surely all would know that?
[The words are almost friendly, like a joke shared amongst friends, as the glowing blade in his hand is drawn back to strike at the conjured wall.]
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Sometimes she wishes she could fly; it'd make things a lot easier. ]
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